Poem of the Day

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Frangipani

by Penny Szentkuti

 

Frangipani

Grows, guerilla-planted, by the footpath.

How does a stick thrust

Into the dirt

Just grow?

Kicking into life,

Leaning into light,

Making the most of

Night rain,

Of morning dew.

Putting down roots

Quietly

Reaching down to grasp

Soil,

To hold the earth steadily

Until

Velvet furls of leaf appear,

Waking now above, as below.

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #11: Write and Alphabet Poem.
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Penny says: I enjoy constraints when writing poetry so I don’t feel overwhelmed by the task, so this prompt appealed to me. I’ve been observing a beautiful deep pink frangipani outside my place for several weeks and it was a delight to explore that with words. I like how I was forced to split phrases which increased the emphasis on some words and ideas.
 
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